Dust From the Past

Dust From The Past Vanishing lines of time like wrinkles sleep Through sand and dust dark ages dry Stretch back as filtered thoughts we try to keep As it stings the eyes through memory as we cry For love, one true love, is it there once more? Is it there lost in the fog, lost like war? We struggle like swinging strings back to the past Gather like dust forming on the mantel piece When we reach our destination there at last We rest upon the fire place with peace Two specks of dust resting side by side Rebirth upon the fire place of past desires Perhaps all fires burn out in times lost tide We raise a glass that our love will not expire Created on 10/23/14 for- Pick A Title – Poetry Contest